Story Behind the Song
The song was recorded at Brunson Brothers Studios in Provo, UT. It took one take, unlike what I'm singing about. The song is about that neverending search for the perfect MISS THANG. It's a reminder that, before you go and find your next obsession, save that intuition for the real thing.
Lyrics
Seems anymore I've got one ear to the floor,
These caustic conversations. I lost my patience years before.
You say it's a shame, well, baby that's my middle name--too ashamed to be identified; too ashamed to be denied.
Talk deep like a Socrates, scorch my soul like a lazer beam or like a match to gasoline.
Rack your mind til your brain broke; borrow mine,
Tossing lines out like a sick, sick joke.
Yeah, talk you right to sleep.
So here's to the Susie-Qs, to play, to win to lose,
To find yourself a new obsession, to learn your lesson.
I'll save my intuition for the final composition,
My unfinished symphony.
So you think that love is like a chore,
Or like a stone wheel outside your door,
And that angel on your shoulder, guess the two of you don't talk much anymore.
And your constant chagrin has got to be a sin,
And when you smile you get that look in your eyes all crazed and your thin, dark eyebrows, corners raised. That ain't merry; that's scary.
And can't you still see it like a bad 80's rerun stuck in your mind sort of like a mental turpentine.
Oh, and I wouldn't say that any of those times were wasted...just poorly invested, and that's right.
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